Di Fuyi was surprised to find that the scent of the pill somewhat reminded him of the scent of his soul. It was a familiar, distinctive kind of smell.
"Did Huang Tu make these pills?" He asked.
Gu Xijiu shook her head. "No, I was the one who made the pills. It was produced from a special type of herb found from the place where I am from."
Di Fuyi said nothing more and stared at the pill fixedly.
Gu Xijiu then said awkwardly, "If you are reluctant to take the pill, I can…"
Before Gu Xijiu took the pill back, Di Fuyi quickly popped it straight into his mouth. Gu Xijiu was astonished that he consumed it. She was now hopeful. "Sit properly. I shall transfer some spiritual power to help you absorb it better."
